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ready for a burial
Since it’s disturbing me I know it’s disturbing you, too

Everybody knows
That’s my Shay butter baby
Judging by the looks she gives

Ferraris and Porsches like it was Forza Motorsport
Immortal, sellin’ death like Phillip Morris
An enormous fortune, built on war and bloody corpses
Corporate

movin' phony, why I been by my lonely
Tryna fuck up the bag
Runnin' off wit' my packs
And I just got a text from his bitch askin' what she can do for

won't say it
They got the generation wealth by the head start
We got the generation steps by the land mark
Yall brought us cross we walk ahead so it's our

appointee, web cam, disrope, cocktail hour,
Can't catch a thrill by a toe, by belle or by beau,
Squid ink, urchin roe, extra mayo
Scotch in a bucket, Midori

promise they weren't meant for the mic
They flicker like Mikes head when it got lit by the Sprite
Pepsi, same thing, what, you fixing to fight?
Rocked by

slight work
Even give you a baby baby that's slight work
By any means we gone get it get it that's slight work

Damn you held me down I was hitting rock

When you approach me keep it cordial with me
Cause daddy was a demon in that all black big body
Its up for any reason can't let sucker shit get by me

Sidney
You can't get by without even fucking trying like Sidney
Wake up every day knowing life's not airfay
Walking down my street, every cunt just

And made me laugh instantly
And the rest is history
Navigating youth
Our love was new
We were something rare
We grew
Side by side
With deeper roots
And we

Written by: Jeff Thomas Potts 

I won't let you go
Never to know
Never to know
How I loved you so

Let tears fill rivers and flood
Into waterfalls

flickered on the silent screen
Round the clock, work never stopped by man or by machine
Legends grew and stories flew in the streets and in the bars

They tried to tell me I wasn't nothin' But I took that and then prevailed
Gotta get rich by any means, know when I die I'm goin' to hell
I tried

Lutes' Chorus

Anthony Phillips

The Geese & the Ghost

1977

for free
I've seen her not since then, since then, since then,
God if I saw her now."



Lyrics written by Anthony Phillips

American Psycho II

B Real

D12 World

2004

and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath

to the lord
If he take  me then he take my soul
I let it build up to I can't it no more
Bitch Call em Phillip
Put these screws in his fucking dome
I shoot em

pussy too tart 
Hell in a cell 
Bitch I'm the Undertaker 
Start by dumping out shell on top shell 
Then let what's under take em 
Top dog but they under

Put your hands up in this bitch
This is poetry for anybody that ever gets stopped by the pigs
Police In Graves
Cause they're mental death using

of the phrase paid dues 
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft 
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you 
Now I ain't

need (Yeah)
Now lil mama fine (Yeah)
Ain't no phillip head, I brought the tool to pipe it down (Yeah)  
No Chamillionaire, I got the rights to carry now,

everyday
So get the fuck up out my way
Imma go and make a hit with my man hybrid
Bitch you better open your fucking eyelids
Cause we going to be legends by

to make me ride
And weather this storm by your side 
It’s gonna take a lot to make you see
That it’s just meant to be


Written by Chris O’Gorman
Chris

Hey Mona Lisa
by Phill Raymond
                
Hey Mona Lisa turn your head to the right
I've been trying to find an angle to take you home for

is to stay on it
His idol rocks Loro Piana and Patek Phillip
Meanwhile locals can't afford an adidas strip
But they can afford metaphors 'bout